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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Suburban Knight,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Marmalade,
Organ,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Panda Bear,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Agitation Free,
Lakeside,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Youth Brigade,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.