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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Litter to the jazz 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Altered Images,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
X-102,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maurizio,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.