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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Intrusion 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Moebius,
DNA,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
R.M.O.,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
UT,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.