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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Skatalites,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
New Order,
The Selecter,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Susan Cadogan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.