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 Ghana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jacques Brel to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Buckinghams,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Organ,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Matthew Halsall,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Davy DMX,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.