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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
The Pretty Things,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.