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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
The Star Department,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Ten City,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Magazine,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.