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 Uganda and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
CMW,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Rekid,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Organ,
Slave,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.