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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 David Bowie 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Jeru the Damaja,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Schoolly D,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mr. Review,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.