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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Nas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Pierre Henry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swans,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.