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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie 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?
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Surgeon,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
X-101,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.