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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
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 Suicide to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
The Names,
The Move,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.