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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Liliput,
kango's stein massive,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Darondo,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Bootsy Collins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fortunes,
The Dead C,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.