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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
The Index,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Moby Grape,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.