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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 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 Icehouse to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Kenny Larkin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grey Daturas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
UT,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
New York Dolls,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agent Orange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
cv313,
Hoover,
Steve Hackett,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Order,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.