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 Guyana and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Urselle to the rock 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
Jandek,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Deepchord,
Los Fastidios,
Delta 5,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.