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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Fall to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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?
Ituana,
Bauhaus,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
The Fuzztones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smoke,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
T.S.O.L.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.