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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
The Martian,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.