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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Second Layer,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mars,
The Divine Comedy,
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.