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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
AZ,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Slackers,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Oneida,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Ornette Coleman,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Birthday Party,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Groovy Waters,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.