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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
48th St. Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Görl,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Duran Duran,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.