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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Barry Ungar to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Lalann,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Eli Mardock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sound,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.