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 Djibouti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.