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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Eric Copeland,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Erasure,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Cymande,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
Mark Hollis,
Eve St. Jones,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.