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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick May to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
New Order,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.