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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.