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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Music Machine to the jazz 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Masters at Work,
The Busters,
Mars,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Rites of Spring,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Organ,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.