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 Samoa and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Eurythmics,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Excepter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
L. Decosne,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
The Moleskins,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
The Motions,
Boz Scaggs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.