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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Adolescents 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Infiniti,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Five Americans,
Index,
The Star Department,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
John Cale,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wire,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.