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 Bangladesh and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Deepchord to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
KRS-One,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.