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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Star Department to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Second Layer,
Aural Exciters,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Slave,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Magma,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.