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 Ireland and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Graham Central Station,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Black Moon,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.