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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Colin Newman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Hoover,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.