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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Brothers Johnson,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.