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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Agitation Free,
Second Layer,
Lucky Dragons,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
EPMD,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.