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 Qatar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 David Bowie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
OOIOO,
The Pop Group,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.