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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Gabor Szabo,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Subhumans,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
The Blues Magoos,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks,
Easy Going,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.