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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Magazine,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
Sonic Youth,
The Dead C,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Gang of Four,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Hashim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.