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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Motions,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Pole,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Royal Trux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Index,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.