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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Pagans,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
DNA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Model 500,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.