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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Howard Jones to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.