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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
June Days,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.