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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Symarip,
The Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Juan Atkins,
Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.