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 Estonia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal 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?
Tears for Fears,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ituana,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delta 5,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Franke,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
The Smoke,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.