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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cameo to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna 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?
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
MC5,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Iggy Pop,
The Last Poets,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
X-101,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Eden Ahbez,
The Slackers,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.