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 El Salvador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Con Funk Shun,
Danielle Patucci,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.