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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Section 25,
Sexual Harrassment,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
The Star Department,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
Thee Headcoats,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.