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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Quando Quango,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Magazine,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.