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 Maldives and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Rapeman,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
MDC,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.