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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
LL Cool J,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Althea and Donna,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
The Skatalites,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Swans,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.