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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Japan,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
Q65,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Max Romeo,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.