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 Russia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
John Lydon,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.