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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
FM Einheit,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Mandrill,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monolake,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.