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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
The Birthday Party,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
The Motions,
The Victims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Theoretical Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.