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 Philippines and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
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 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Alice Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Gichy Dan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
L. Decosne,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Monks,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
10cc,
Supertramp,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.