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 Vietnam and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.