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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Black Moon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
Amazonics,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.