Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Fear,
CMW,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
The Barracudas,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doors,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.