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 Taiwan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Dead C to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Wells,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
The Monks,
Crime,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.