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 Yemen and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Negative Approach,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Average White Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Television,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.