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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
Man Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.