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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Visage to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
One Last Wish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Age Steppers,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.