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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Television,
Fluxion,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
Sugar Minott,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.