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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Busters,
Deepchord,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
The Slackers,
Tubeway Army,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.