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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABBA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.