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 Bahrain and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
The Zeros,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Loose Ends,
Niagra,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.