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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heaven 17,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Glenn Branca,
The Toasters,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.