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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Japan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Carl Craig,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
The Golliwogs,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.