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 Solomon Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Fugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Tubeway Army,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.