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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the grunge 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
John Holt,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Smog,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.