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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the rock 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Slick Rick,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
Erasure,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Star Department,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ten City,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.