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 Indonesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Underground Resistance to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Franke,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
Camouflage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Aswad,
Amon Düül II,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.