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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
DNA,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Quadrant,
Parry Music,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Technova,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Interpol,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.