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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Make Up to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cybotron,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Accadde A,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.