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 Portugal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Mr. Review,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerri Chandler,
Aloha Tigers,
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.