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 United States and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
ABC,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Raincoats,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.