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 Ecuador and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camouflage,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Quantec,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Byron Stingily,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.