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 Guyana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Warren Ellis,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.