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 Iran and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
B.T. Express,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul II Soul,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Move,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
Rosa Yemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.