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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
Soul II Soul,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Idris Muhammad,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Slick Rick,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.