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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
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 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.