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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
X-101,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
Black Moon,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Gang of Four,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.