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 Switzerland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Fraelich,
Gang Green,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
The Monks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Nirvana,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Drexciya,
The United States of America,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
the Association,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.