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 Cameroon and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Blancmange,
The Mojo Men,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Spandau Ballet,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.