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 Dominica and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tubeway Army to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Cecil Taylor,
Ituana,
Max Romeo,
Danielle Patucci,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.