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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the rock 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.