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 Romania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
MC5,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Television Personalities,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.