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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Cell 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Harry Pussy,
Black Moon,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
New Order,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Durutti Column,
X-101,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Ludus,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.