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 Belarus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Rapeman,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.