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 Gabon and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Television to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.