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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Spandau Ballet,
Jacob Miller,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Simply Red,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Normal,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Blancmange,
Jandek,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.