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 Taiwan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Soft Machine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Siglo XX,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.