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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Cure to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Mummies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.