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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 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 Yaz 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Wings,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Clear Light,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
Brick,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.