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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
The Names,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Aural Exciters,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.