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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Gladiators to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Move,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Henry Cow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MC5,
The Doors,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.