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 France and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blues Magoos,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Malaria!,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Surgeon,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
Ronan,
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.