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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Albert Ayler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Gang Starr,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.