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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Pole,
MDC,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Agitation Free,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slackers,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Pierre Henry,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.