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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Infiniti to the crunk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Pylon,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Scientists,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Yaz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.