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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Inner City,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Junior Murvin,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Kas Product,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
the Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.