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 Namibia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mo-Dettes 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Kenny Larkin,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Fugazi,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.