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 Canada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Harmonia to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
The Victims,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.