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 India 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Slick Rick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
Vainqueur,
D'Angelo,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Kinks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.