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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Supertramp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.