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 Gambia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic 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 Lyres to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
AZ,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.