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 Morocco and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 E-Dancer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
The American Breed,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Robert Hood,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.