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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ohio Players,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.