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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men 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?
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Erykah Badu,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Oblivians,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amon Düül,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.