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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Cure,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Pulsallama,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.