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 Ecuador and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Ornette Coleman,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Patti Smith,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Bauhaus,
Archie Shepp,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Hashim,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.