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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Monks 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Main Source,
The Move,
Echospace,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
John Holt,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
The Doors,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Crime,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.