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 Andorra and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 dance 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
Faraquet,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Index,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Wire,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.