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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Nas,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Underground Resistance,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
Wire,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.