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 Ukraine and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
Main Source,
Shoche,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Guru Guru,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.