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 Philippines and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
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 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 Cal Tjader to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Chris Corsano,
The Residents,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.