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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Erasure,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.