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 Colombia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Swell Maps,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
The Evens,
Main Source,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.