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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Negative Approach,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.