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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Lakeside,
John Cale,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Susan Cadogan,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
Pole,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
The Neon Judgement,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.