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 Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
Scan 7,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Public Image Ltd.,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Prince Buster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.