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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Fluxion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
The New Christs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Suicide,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.