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 Namibia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Tres Demented,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joyce Sims,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Cybotron,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.