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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faraquet to the funk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sonics,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.