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 Maldives and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
The Beau Brummels,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.