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 Tuvalu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 D'Angelo to the punk 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Bad Manners,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.