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 Luxembourg and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
Wings,
T.S.O.L.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erykah Badu,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yellowson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.