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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Q and Not U,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Sneak,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.