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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Sonic Youth,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
10cc,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.