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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
The Gap Band,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Nas,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Patti Smith,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brass Construction,
Suburban Knight,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry's Kids,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Vainqueur,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Television,
Can,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.