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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
Amazonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Kayak,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.