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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Inner City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
JFA,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Franke,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.