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 St Lucia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Television,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
Pantytec,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.