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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Cecil Taylor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.