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 India and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 David Bowie 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 Grauzone to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Green,
Can,
MC5,
Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anthony Braxton,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.