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 India and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the crunk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Los Fastidios,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronnie Foster,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Mandrill,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.