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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Pole,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Nirvana,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.