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 Chad and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Litter,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
Swell Maps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Organ,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.