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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
H. Thieme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Average White Band,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.