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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Slits to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Lalann,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.