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 Maldives and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Grass Roots,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Heaven 17,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Brick,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.