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 Liberia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Davy DMX to the electroclash 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jandek,
Crime,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.