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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Interpol,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Infiniti,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Sonics,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
Terry Callier,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barry Ungar,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.