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 Belgium and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Techniques,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Howard Jones,
The Cramps,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Pole,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.