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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bang On A Can to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
the Association,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.