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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Young Rascals to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Vladislav Delay,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
the Soft Cell,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Sarah Menescal,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Cymande,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.