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 Zimbabwe and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
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 Lou Reed 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
Oneida,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
The Residents,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.