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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Ornette Coleman,
Ossler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
The Names,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.