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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Japan,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.