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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Dennis Brown,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Subhumans,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.