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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crime,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Jandek,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Khruangbin,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Visage,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.