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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Angry Samoans,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Todd Terry,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Arab on Radar,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.