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 Jamaica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Stetsasonic,
Unwound,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Skriet,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Au Pairs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Graham Central Station,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
Bad Manners,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.