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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Chrome,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Moss Icon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Qualms,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Invisible,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Liliput,
Q65,
FM Einheit,
Eric Copeland,
Cluster,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
UT,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.