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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Lower 48,
X-102,
The Zeros,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
Infiniti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.