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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the funk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
The Martian,
Hashim,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
The Wake,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.