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 Algeria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the grime 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Judy Mowatt,
Tom Boy,
Vainqueur,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy Collins,
Royal Trux,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.