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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Q and Not U,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
June of 44,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Popol Vuh,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.