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 Singapore 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Blancmange,
Audionom,
Scion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Model 500,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Smog,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
The Angels of Light,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Slave,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
Ken Boothe,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.