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 Mexico and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Pantytec,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
The Index,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.