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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Moby Grape,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Fad Gadget,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-101,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.