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 New Zealand and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Smog,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Steve Hackett,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
The Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.