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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 June of 44 to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Outsiders,
The Move,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Altered Images,
Can,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
Eli Mardock,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.