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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ronan,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Q65,
Model 500,
Nas,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.