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 Belgium and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 the Association to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Alphaville,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
The Human League,
Shoche,
Nas,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.