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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Excepter to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Marmalade,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Fluxion,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.