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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
New York Dolls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.