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 Norway and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Misunderstood,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Black Pus,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
June of 44,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Echospace,
a-ha,
Glenn Branca,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Mantronix,
Newcleus,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.