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 Cameroon and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Jeff Mills,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Index,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.