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 Mali and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Swans,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
The Human League,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Can,
The Gories,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.