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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Popol Vuh,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Oblivians,
Ponytail,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
James White and The Blacks,
The Standells,
The Dead C,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.