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 Mongolia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Shadows of Knight to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
The Five Americans,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Human League,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.