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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Wire,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.