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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wake to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Anakelly,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Moebius,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
Magma,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
The Cure,
Q65,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.