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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Saccharine Trust,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Deepchord,
Cybotron,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.