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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
T.S.O.L.,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Sheep,
Scan 7,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Index,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.