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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
The Associates,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Dave Gahan,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
10cc,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.