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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Boz Scaggs,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
OOIOO,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.