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 Cuba and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Slits,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barbara Tucker,
Judy Mowatt,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Magazine,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.