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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Rakim,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
EPMD,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Erasure,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.