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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Minny Pops,
The Tremeloes,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Average White Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Boz Scaggs,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.