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 Colombia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.