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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Arcadia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crime,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Aswad,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
the Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.