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 Bulgaria and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
David Axelrod,
Goldenarms,
Clear Light,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Magma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.