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 Australia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Green,
Eli Mardock,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Idris Muhammad,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
LL Cool J,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.