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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Easy Going to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Gong,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Crooked Eye,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.