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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Remains to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Pantaleimon,
Arcadia,
KRS-One,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Icehouse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Second Layer,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.