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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
The Names,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.