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 Senegal and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Technova,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.