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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
The Black Dice,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.