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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Order,
Amazonics,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.