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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
In Retrospect,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Jandek,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
Wings,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.