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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.