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 Greece and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Underground Resistance,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Pantaleimon,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Litter,
JFA,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Black Sheep,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Beau Brummels,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.