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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Panda Bear,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
MDC,
Fugazi,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.