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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suicide,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Crime,
The Fall,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rotary Connection,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.