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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Dual Sessions,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Monolake,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Birthday Party,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Scion,
The Invisible,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.