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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dark Day,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.