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 Georgia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 the Sonics to the grime 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter & Gordon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
Lungfish,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Starr,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.