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 Thailand and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Gladiators to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Charles Mingus,
Sandy B,
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Donny Hathaway,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
June of 44,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.