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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
Crooked Eye,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Donny Hathaway,
R.M.O.,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.