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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
This Heat,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.