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 Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
T. Rex,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Scan 7,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Bush Tetras,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ten City,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.