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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.