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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Robert Palmer 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Brass Construction,
Terrestrial Tones,
Toni Rubio,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Grauzone,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
PIL,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.