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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zapp,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
The Index,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Motorama,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.