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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Excepter,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.