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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 John Cale to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Nation of Ulysses,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Delta 5,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.