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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
X-102,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reagan Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.