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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
E-Dancer,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Janne Schatter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.