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 Barbados and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Section 25,
PIL,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
Skriet,
Joyce Sims,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Robert Hood,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Smog,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
FM Einheit,
Can,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
the Swans,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Flash Fearless,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.