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 Nigeria and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Ultravox,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Brothers Johnson,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ituana,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.