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 Mauritius and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
Jandek,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
Essential Logic,
Sugar Minott,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dave Gahan,
Funky Four + One,
The Young Rascals,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Ronnie Foster,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Outsiders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.