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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Barbara Tucker to the disco 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
The New Christs,
Yellowson,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Freddie Wadling,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
John Cale,
MC5,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.