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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Rapeman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.