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 Qatar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lyres,
The Move,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.