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 Grenada and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
James White and The Blacks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Qualms,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.