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 Rwanda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Grey Daturas 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
The Blackbyrds,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
Underground Resistance,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Pole,
John Holt,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Whodini,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.