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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Slave,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Names,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
The Cowsills,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Subhumans,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.