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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Albert Ayler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Shuggie Otis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sun Ra,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Mo-Dettes,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy Collins,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Toni Rubio,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.