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 Italy and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
The Dirtbombs,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flipper,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Intrusion,
Derrick May,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Con Funk Shun,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.