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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Youth Brigade to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Theoretical Girls,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Nirvana,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Gang Green,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
The Birthday Party,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.