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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Basic Channel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Real Kids,
Janne Schatter,
Shoche,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Enemy,
Mars,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
UT,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.