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 Samoa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Ituana,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Althea and Donna,
cv313,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Gang Green,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.