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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 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 Lou Reed to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Maurizio,
Donald Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.