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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swans,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Make Up,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
Smog,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.