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 East Timor 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light 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?
Crispy Ambulance,
Little Man,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
Excepter,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.