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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
UT,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Sheep,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.