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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Crispy Ambulance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Litter,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Music Machine,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.