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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Morten Harket,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Monks,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.