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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Fear,
Agent Orange,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.