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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Bobby Sherman to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Marvin Gaye,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
the Association,
Erasure,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
The Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.