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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
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 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 Gil Scott Heron 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.