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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Schoolly D,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Aswad,
Bluetip,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vladislav Delay,
Cal Tjader,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Black Bananas,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.