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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Boz Scaggs,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Franke,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Donald Byrd,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.