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 China and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiopuhelimet,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Youth Brigade,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.