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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 EPMD to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Make Up,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.