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 Egypt and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Görl to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Young Rascals,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.