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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
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,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Deepchord,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.