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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Can,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Fear,
Index,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
James White and The Blacks,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
Animal Collective,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.