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 Burkina and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Minutemen,
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
Wings,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Absolute Body Control,
the Normal,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.