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 Zambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Idris Muhammad,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.