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 Malaysia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shoche,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.