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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funkadelic,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Tom Boy,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
Monks,
Yazoo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.