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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kayak to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Popol Vuh,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Man Parrish,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
The Skatalites,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.