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 Suriname and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
UT,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
The Happenings,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Mad Mike,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Unwound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Carl Craig,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.