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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Deepchord,
Stereo Dub,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
The Invisible,
June of 44,
Pole,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
The Fortunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.