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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Radio Birdman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.