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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.