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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Lyres,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eli Mardock,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Scion,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Black Flag,
The Beau Brummels,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Piero Umiliani,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Ten City,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.