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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Josef K,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
New Order,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
FM Einheit,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.