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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy Collins,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
June of 44,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Tommy Roe,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.