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 Azerbaijan and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Intrusion,
Mission of Burma,
F. McDonald,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
LL Cool J,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.