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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 The Residents to the rap 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hoover,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Los Fastidios,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.