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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Ken Boothe,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Eli Mardock,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Tubeway Army,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.