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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronan,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.