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 Poland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
H. Thieme,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.