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 Togo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Sex Pistols,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.