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 Dominican Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Idris Muhammad,
Brass Construction,
Mars,
Flipper,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.