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 Cuba and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Minny Pops,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tom Boy,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joy Division,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.