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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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-ha,
Lungfish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
Pulsallama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Move,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Sun City Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Excepter,
Japan,
Henry Cow,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
Visage,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.