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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
The Move,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Q65,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
UT,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.