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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cal Tjader,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
Anakelly,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.