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 Mauritania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mo-Dettes to the disco 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Nas,
The Music Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Crime,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
The Last Poets,
Scion,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
The Techniques,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.