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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Wolf Eyes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blancmange,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Howard Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.