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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Babytalk,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Pus,
Lower 48,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.