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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 X-Ray Spex to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pulsallama,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Lungfish,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Reagan Youth,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
The Five Americans,
The Fuzztones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Technova,
Roxette,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Bananas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.