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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Interpol,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
DJ Style,
Camberwell Now,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grauzone,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.