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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Prince Buster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Nirvana,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.