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 Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Neu!,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.