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 Georgia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the funk 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
This Heat,
Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
The Busters,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
Roxy Music,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.