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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eddi Front,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
The Residents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Jacques Brel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Jandek,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Cymande,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Fuzztones,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.