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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Slick Rick,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Axelrod,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Maurizio,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.