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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the punk 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Rekid,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
MC5,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Harmonia,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
The Last Poets,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.