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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy 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?
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Joy Division,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.