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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Patti Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Wire,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Reagan Youth,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Dawn Penn,
Unrelated Segments,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.