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 Philippines and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five 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?
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Amon Düül II,
The Slits,
Tubeway Army,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
David Bowie,
the Human League,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Q65,
Nico,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.