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 Croatia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the disco 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Gang Starr,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Surgeon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Marine Girls,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.