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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
The Grass Roots,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Archie Shepp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.