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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Howard Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Dennis Brown,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Associates,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
Fatback Band,
Skarface,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
the Human League,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.