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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Pussy Galore to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
Ken Boothe,
Audionom,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dirtbombs,
Sister Nancy,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.