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 Peru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Jandek to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Red Krayola,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
Eli Mardock,
Black Sheep,
the Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Roxette,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Henry Cow,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.