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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
the Normal,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Glenn Branca,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Bobby Byrd,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.