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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Young Rascals to the rap 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.