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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bob Dylan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Jandek,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Delta 5,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.