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 Hungary and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Make Up,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
The Fortunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Young Marble Giants,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.