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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Pylon,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.