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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone 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?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Skriet,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Hood,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Minutemen,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Niagra,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ponytail,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.