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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Accra and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Lyres,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
Surgeon,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Grauzone,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.