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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.