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 Taiwan and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Q65,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oneida,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.