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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Joe Finger to the disco 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
Silicon Teens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kenny Larkin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.