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 Kiribati and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Isaac Hayes,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
U.S. Maple,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.