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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
The Fugs,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Glenn Branca,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Echospace,
Fear,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
Lower 48,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.