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 Rwanda and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
JFA,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.