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 Canada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Ten City,
Sight & Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aswad,
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.