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 Slovakia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Drexciya,
Silicon Teens,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Model 500,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.