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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Barry Ungar,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.