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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the disco 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
Black Bananas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Newcleus,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brick,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Reuben Wilson,
The Martian,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.