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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Television to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Gong,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Suburban Knight,
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Max Romeo,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.