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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Residents to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sex Pistols,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Circle Jerks,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Popol Vuh,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.