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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe 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?
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
Pere Ubu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Magazine,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
June Days,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.