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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Minny Pops,
Sonic Youth,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.