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 Brunei and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Essential Logic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Technova,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.