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 Panama and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 The Fall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Quantec,
Mission of Burma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.