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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Basic Channel,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
The Angels of Light,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Copeland,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.