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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Liliput,
John Lydon,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Dual Sessions,
the Germs,
Gong,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
The Zeros,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Tommy Roe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Fat Boys,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Index,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.