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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Can,
Kayak,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
The Fall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Scan 7,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.