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 Belgium and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Gang Dance,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.