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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Can,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.