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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Smooth,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.