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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Television to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Skaos,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Mars,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Audionom,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.