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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
Barry Ungar,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Depeche Mode,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.