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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
The Sonics,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Tremeloes,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
The Slits,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.