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 Azerbaijan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Livin' Joy to the funk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Patti Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
E-Dancer,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Tears for Fears,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Pole,
The Standells,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.