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 Kenya and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Trumans Water to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
Can,
Aswad,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.