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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Black Moon,
Smog,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
PIL,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.