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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Scientists,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.