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 Jordan and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MC5 to the disco 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Nico,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Fat Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.