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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Juan Atkins,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.