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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Trumans Water to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
Absolute Body Control,
Matthew Halsall,
Angry Samoans,
UT,
the Swans,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Television,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.