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 Kenya and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Gregory Isaacs,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Q65,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.