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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Outsiders,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Cymande,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Ludus,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Mark Hollis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.