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 Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The United States of America to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Lakeside,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Scion,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.