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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.