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 Mali and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Wire,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.