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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Almond to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Jawbox,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deepchord,
Pole,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.