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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Slick Rick,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Names,
Delta 5,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Skarface,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Monolake,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
New Order,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.