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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.