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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 China Crisis to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Delta 5,
Sight & Sound,
Lalann,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Q65,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Josef K,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
Second Layer,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.