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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Absolute Body Control,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.