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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Clear Light to the rap 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Qualms,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.