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 Lesotho and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Blossom Toes,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Bob Dylan,
the Normal,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
The Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Altered Images,
Boredoms,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Index,
Urselle,
Cymande,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.