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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Aural Exciters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Germs,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.