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 Ecuador and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Country Teasers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Ohio Players,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.