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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken,
Funky Four + One,
Swans,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Rekid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
The Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.