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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
Fluxion,
The Cure,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
CMW,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
Nico,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
The Toasters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.