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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
In Retrospect,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.