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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slave,
UT,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
DNA,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.