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 Kosovo and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tears for Fears to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Vogues,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
L. Decosne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Doors,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.