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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Mars to the crunk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.