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 Suriname and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
The Litter,
Index,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
The Invisible,
Ultimate Spinach,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.