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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Kayak,
Johnny Clarke,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Siglo XX,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.