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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 X-102 to the disco 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Leonard Cohen,
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.