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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Thee Headcoats,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Cluster,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Minutemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
Scientists,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
EPMD,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.