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 East Timor and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Selecter,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thompson Twins,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.