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 Albania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Duran Duran,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
the Soft Cell,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.