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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 The Real Kids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
the Association,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.