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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Make Up,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Brick,
The Standells,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.