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 Monaco and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Anthony Braxton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Spandau Ballet,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Bauhaus,
X-102,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.