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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Cymande,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.