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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 The Residents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Fad Gadget,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Motorama,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
The Beau Brummels,
Oneida,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.