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 Lebanon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Niagra to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Neil Young,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.