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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Minny Pops,
A Certain Ratio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
In Retrospect,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Niagra,
Smog,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Depeche Mode,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.