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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Fad Gadget to the grime 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Crime,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.