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 St Lucia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Country Teasers,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Talk Talk,
Fatback Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Cybotron,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.