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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Nico,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Joe Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
The Saints,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.