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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
U.S. Maple,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.