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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.