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 Antigua and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Parry Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Starr,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Q65,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
The Young Rascals,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.