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 Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bronski Beat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Roxy Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.