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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sam Rivers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.