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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 T. Rex to the electroclash 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Nas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.