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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Banda Bassotti to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yusef Lateef,
Faust,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
MC5,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.