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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Interpol,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Barrington Levy,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Piero Umiliani,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.