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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Television,
June of 44,
Section 25,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
Interpol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.