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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
EPMD,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Moby Grape,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Monks,
the Germs,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
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.