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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
U.S. Maple,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
The Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.