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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Dual Sessions,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy Collins,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.