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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Excepter,
ABBA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Accadde A,
June Days,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Patti Smith,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Public Enemy,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
X-102,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Darondo,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Delta 5,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.