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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the grunge 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
Royal Trux,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.