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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gories 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Suicide,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dirtbombs,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.