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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Brand Nubian to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Davy DMX,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.