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 Korea South and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Cybotron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
June of 44,
The Moody Blues,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Graham Central Station,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.