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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rod Modell,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Nas,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Alphaville,
Circle Jerks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.