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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Iggy Pop to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour,
Absolute Body Control,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.