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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
The Zeros,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.