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 Panama and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
The Mummies,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Cecil Taylor,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
10cc,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.