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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 10cc to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Franke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
the Soft Cell,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Pole,
MC5,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.