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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Fat Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Flag,
The Gories,
ABBA,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.