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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Aswad,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerri Chandler,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Schoolly D,
Magazine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.