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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Average White Band,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Davy DMX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
LL Cool J,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.