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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Loose Ends,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
Kenny Larkin,
Wire,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.