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 Netherlands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
Audionom,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Hill,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.