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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
John Holt,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Names,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Blancmange,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxy Music,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Index,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Ponytail,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.