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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.