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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roxette to the punk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Moss Icon,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Lower 48,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.