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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
Scion,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MC5,
Jandek,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Scientists,
The Fortunes,
Loose Ends,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.