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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cecil Taylor,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
Flash Fearless,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Eric Dolphy,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
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The Alarm Clocks,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.