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 Dominica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-101 to the techno 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Television,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Junior Murvin,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Sun City Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.