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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.