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 Afghanistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Harry Pussy to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
The Motions,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Connie Case,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.