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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
The Names,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Qualms,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heaven 17,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.