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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
the Slits,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camouflage,
The Last Poets,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.