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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Scott Walker 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
MC5,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Ronnie Foster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.