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 Guyana and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Susan Cadogan,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.