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 Romania and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
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 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 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Surgeon,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.