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 Ghana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Severed Heads,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fifty Foot Hose,
In Retrospect,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oneida,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.