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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Lower 48,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
The Moleskins,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.