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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arab on Radar,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
The Slits,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Can,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Kas Product,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.