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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pop Group,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Skatalites,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Infiniti,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Crime,
The Moleskins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.