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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
EPMD,
Negative Approach,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.