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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo 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?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Motorama,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Slick Rick,
Con Funk Shun,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.