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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Grass Roots to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
The Happenings,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Khruangbin,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.