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 Ecuador and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Section 25,
Eddi Front,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The Monochrome Set,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Basic Channel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.