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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
UT,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Japan,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.