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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Flag,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.