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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Minor Threat,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Visage,
Swans,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.