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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Barracudas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.