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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Television,
Quadrant,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.