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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Pagans,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.