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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Aloha Tigers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Whodini,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Magma,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Marc Almond,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
Dave Gahan,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.