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 India and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mark Hollis to the rock 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Make Up,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
Audionom,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.