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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
Brand Nubian,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Pylon,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
OOIOO,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
The Motions,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
The Knickerbockers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Nas,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Echospace,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.