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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Man Parrish,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brick,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.