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 Costa Rica and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Con Funk Shun to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Loose Ends,
The Blackbyrds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Albert Ayler,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.