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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Stiv Bators to the grime 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Görl,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Suicide,
Patti Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.