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 Croatia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 kango's stein massive to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Model 500,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.