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 Sudan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Ten City,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Rotary Connection,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.