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 Laos and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Sixth Finger,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABC,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Slave,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.