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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spandau Ballet,
Pylon,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.