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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Faust to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s 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 Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Q and Not U,
The Motions,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
JFA,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Metal Thangz,
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.