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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.