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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
ABC,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Television,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.