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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Letta Mbulu,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
CMW,
the Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
10cc,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.