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 China and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Lightning Bolt,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Visage,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
a-ha,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.