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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 the Normal to the rock 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Index,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Visage,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
Mantronix,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Easy Going,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Excepter,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.