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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Jeff Lynne,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Move,
The Slits,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.