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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Tomorrow to the dance 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joyce Sims,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Byron Stingily,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.