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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Marmalade 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Pole,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Hardrive,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Moss Icon,
The Slackers,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Derrick Morgan,
Yusef Lateef,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Scion,
Organ,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
Flipper,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
Television,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
the Slits,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.