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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Youth Brigade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Brick,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Siglo XX,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.