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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Altered Images to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Misunderstood,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.