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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Josef K to the rap 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Christie,
Adolescents,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
Stetsasonic,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
F. McDonald,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.