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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
the Human League,
Nas,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.