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 Algeria and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
R.M.O.,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Fat Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Slave,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.