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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the techno 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Offenders,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Urselle,
AZ,
Q65,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.