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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Average White Band,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.