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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Dorothy Ashby,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Byron Stingily,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Main Source,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Sam Rivers,
Wally Richardson,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.