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 Lebanon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
The Last Poets,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter & Gordon,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Japan,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.