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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
The American Breed,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.