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 Bahamas and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boz Scaggs,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Scan 7,
Panda Bear,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Fluxion,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
the Germs,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Bourne,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.