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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.