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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Popol Vuh to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid 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?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
The Smiths,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.