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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 John Foxx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Susan Cadogan,
Prince Buster,
A Certain Ratio,
Rosa Yemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Aloha Tigers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Panda Bear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Scan 7,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.