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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Colin Newman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Excepter,
PIL,
Flipper,
Glenn Branca,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.