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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Davy DMX,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Das Ding,
Half Japanese,
Scrapy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.