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 Peru and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Sonic Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.