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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Urselle,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
The United States of America,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Intrusion,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Hasil Adkins,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
This Heat,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Neil Young,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.