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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Sheep,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Mark Hollis,
the Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
B.T. Express,
David Bowie,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
T. Rex,
Hot Snakes,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.