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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New Order,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
DNA,
The Smoke,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
10cc,
Monolake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.