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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
The Star Department,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.