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 Norway and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Kurtis Blow,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
the Association,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
John Cale,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.