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 Maldives and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry 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?
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
the Swans,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.