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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lindisfarne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Magma,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Organ,
Section 25,
Smog,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Qualms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.