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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
The Human League,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Darondo,
Scan 7,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.