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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
Q65,
Derrick May,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
PIL,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Roxette,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.