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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Quando Quango,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Monks,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
The Walker Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.