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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the techno 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Connie Case,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.