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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
Minny Pops,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
The New Christs,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Flipper,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.