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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Misunderstood to the dance 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Connie Case,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.