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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Average White Band,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
The Victims,
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
Circle Jerks,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.