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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
The Happenings,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
Moebius,
Sonic Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Gong,
Television,
Black Flag,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.