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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Tubeway Army to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
Wire,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Goldenarms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.