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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 CMW to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Terry,
The Residents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June Days,
Wire,
Aswad,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Section 25,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alphaville,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.