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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Tubeway Army to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
ABC,
Supertramp,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Whodini,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.