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 Senegal and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Names,
the Human League,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Dead Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Anakelly,
Soul II Soul,
Roxy Music,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.