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 Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Minor Threat,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cowsills,
Swans,
John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.