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 Iceland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
The Kinks,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slave,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Motorama,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.