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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Ornette Coleman,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
The Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.