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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Drexciya,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Agent Orange,
CMW,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Standells,
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.