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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Womack,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
Smog,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Television,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.