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 Tonga and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
AZ,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
U.S. Maple,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.