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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
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 The Fuzztones to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
One Last Wish,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Hardrive,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
The Leaves,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
Y Pants,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Invisible,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.