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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Rotary Connection,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
The Happenings,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
F. McDonald,
Lalann,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.