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 Ethiopia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
John Holt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.