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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Happenings to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mo-Dettes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Eve St. Jones,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.