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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Hashim to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül II,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
The Doors,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.