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 Korea North and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Royal Trux,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
kango's stein massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Dirtbombs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Pus,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.