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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.