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 Brunei and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Harry Pussy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Sister Nancy,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.