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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Sister Nancy,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Kerri Chandler,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Albert Ayler,
Zapp,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Unrelated Segments,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.