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 Somalia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 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 Agitation Free to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
The United States of America,
John Holt,
Sight & Sound,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
L. Decosne,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Q65,
The Tremeloes,
the Germs,
Urselle,
The Offenders,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.