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 Chile and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Make Up to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
Ultra Naté,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Sarah Menescal,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mark Hollis,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
The Litter,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.