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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Sarah Menescal,
Schoolly D,
Symarip,
New Order,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.