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 Kazakhstan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tears for Fears to the punk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pere Ubu,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Saccharine Trust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Absolute Body Control,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Bill Near,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Piero Umiliani,
Massinfluence,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.