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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
R.M.O.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.