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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes 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?
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
Leonard Cohen,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Stiv Bators,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Litter,
The Index,
Crime,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
Bad Manners,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.