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 Panama and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
New Order,
The Raincoats,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Reagan Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Reuben Wilson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.