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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Johnny Clarke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Marvin Gaye,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Icehouse,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.