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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Boredoms,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Von Mondo,
Mad Mike,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
Minutemen,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Japan,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.