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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Niagra,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Interpol,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
The Tremeloes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Scion,
Make Up,
Pole,
Swans,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.