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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris Corsano,
The Knickerbockers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Section 25,
PIL,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.