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 New Zealand and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Eden Ahbez,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fall,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.