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 France and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
The Tremeloes,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.