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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fear to the disco 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Royal Trux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
Joyce Sims,
Byron Stingily,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.