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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Lou Reed 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 Index to the rock 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Black Flag,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.