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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
Niagra,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cure,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
Fear,
Yaz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.