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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Fortunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
LL Cool J,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Rites of Spring,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.