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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Circle Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Symarip,
Sister Nancy,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Cabaret Voltaire,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Nico,
Ronan,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Judy Mowatt,
The Seeds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Al Stewart,
MDC,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.