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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Unwound,
New Age Steppers,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.