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 Iraq and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Gun Club to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet 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 Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Warsaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.