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 Australia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Spokane and Sao Paulo.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the techno 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Cal Tjader,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Fear,
The Victims,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Goldenarms,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The J.B.'s,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.