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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MC5,
Interpol,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.