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 Sudan and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four 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 jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visage,
Y Pants,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.