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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry's Kids,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quantec,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Chrome,
Stereo Dub,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Nas,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Cameo,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Masters at Work,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Zero Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.