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 Malta and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Seeds to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Flash Fearless,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
John Lydon,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Roxette,
Brick,
CMW,
Accadde A,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiohead,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.