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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the rock 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
10cc,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
Mars,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Q65,
The Trojans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moebius,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Accadde A,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.