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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Franke to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
L. Decosne,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.