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 Norway and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
New York Dolls,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Barrington Levy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Modern Lovers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.