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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crime,
Excepter,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
The Names,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Wolf Eyes,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
The Move,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Visage,
K-Klass,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.