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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Marshall Jefferson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.