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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.